But I Was Also Doing Odd Jobs

People Are So... Seem So Chaotic Internally, But Being Filtered Through Some Form, Like Making A Record, Sort Of Filters It Down Into Something That Can Be Understood.

I Want To Keep Making Records As Long As I Can And That's The Beginning And End Of My Concern About Selling Records.

While His History Of Depression Is Compatible With Suicide... And The Location And Direction Of The Stab Wounds Are Consistent With Self-infliction, Several Aspects Of The Circumstances (as They Are Known At This Time) Are Atypical Of Suicide And Raise The Possibility Of Homicide.

But I Was Also Doing Odd Jobs Around Portland, Like Spreading Gravel And Transplanting Bamboo Trees.

I Liked The Idea Of A Self-contained, Endless Pursuit Of Perfection. But I Have A Problem With Perfection. I Don't Think Perfection Is Very Artful. But There's Something I Liked About The Image Of A Skater Going In This Endless Twisted Circle That Doesn't Have Any Real Endpoint. So The Object Is Not To Stop Or Arrive Anywhere; It's Just To Make This Thing As Beautiful As They Can.